Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] captures, in word-salad format, life in an encroaching police state.

How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon -but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx -the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.